Lyrics

Keep It In Yo Pocket Mann
Lyrics By Michael Aragon
Music Composed By Reginald W. Caples

Copy written September 2008



Hook 1:

Keep it in yo pocket man
Don't let this world burn you up
Don't let it turn you down
You'll see yoself around those smiles and frowns
One minute lime-keep yo pace---it's your time

Verse 1:

Well I am ready to go, ready to go
Disperse when provoked, ready to reload
I am awful close, to show you game
For sho-clearing my path
Showing no fear
Ready to blast, I want the cash
There is a difference
Between me and you
The way I keep you movin
And the way I never lose.
Cus it about that time that I break
You off something
Keepin yo trunk thumpin
As I am flossin
Up to sumthin
Its been waxed

Hook 2:

Keep I yo pocket mann
Keep, keep, keep, it in yo pocket mann
Keep, keep it in the pocket mann
Keep. Keep it in the pocket mann

















Keep It In yo Pocket Mann

Verse 2:

Language tactics, clearly in the sky
Composed by a dynasty with such
Complexities I am flexin these
Such a rampage in the rhelm
I am breakin souls characterized, by the manner of evil kind
Playa hata's comply
Concealed weapons specialized
To bring that stressing
Lyrical telepathic manipulation
Complex conditions that I am spitin
Yo mode has shift to hatin
It happens every time I mentally disassemble your statements
So u back up off me and pause
Be still and listen to the sounds of the that trill elements of
My styles
Never the less
I am hella fresh

Hook 3:

Keep I yo pocket mann
Keep, keep, keep, it in yo pocket mann
Keep, keep it in the pocket mann
Keep. Keep it in the pocket mann

























Keep It In yo Pocket Mann



Verse 3:

Now I am just steady up mobin and dippin and never slipin
I bring that competition gotta keep these fools flinchin
With that lyrical ammunition
That I am spittin
Daily
To yo brain
Insane
The lyrical frequency (exposed, straight game)
We hittin switches
We showin the best side
I am W-E-S-TN
So you know its gotta be the best side
We mobs & dips
We hits yo strip
We comin for ya sole
On some lows
Ballas we some pros
From (sun up) (to) (sun down)
I am so sick
I represent
The C.O.D.-Confederate Organized Dynasty
Yo phrocecys be like (follow me) to the
Path of eternity
Masterminded
Trillsided
High flyin

Hook 3: Repeats One more time